This chapter is written in a hurry. If there are any typos, Banxian apologizes first!

A gunshot was heard, and a bottle remained motionless on a large rock on the river beach. △￠ Then someone was cursing in a low voice, "Damn it, this is the third time."

"No, it's the thirteenth time." Tim, who was sitting next to the man, shook his head, biting a dead grass in the corner of his mouth, and said to the guy lying on the grass with an automatic AK rifle, "You really shouldn't have a gun. Holding a lawn mower may be more suitable for you, Davis."

"I agree." A strong man sitting on the grass next to Tim smiled, "This guy is not the material for shooting. I can shoot with my eyes closed at such a distance. When I was in the Navy, I had to say that your shooting skills were very bad."

"I bet, Sandra, you will definitely not hit this bottle if you close your eyes." Davis simply put down the gun and said disdainfully at Sandra, "And... this gun is also a broken gun..."

"I'll bet two hundred dollars." Tim looked at Sandra with interest, "I bet, big man, you blindfolded and you will definitely not hit this bottle of wine. Hey, Davis, do you want to bet? We can place a bet." He also blinked at Davis. At the critical moment, the two of them stood together.

"I'm just kidding..." Sandra felt guilty and shot blindfolded? That was just a plot in Hollywood movies. He was not stupid, so how could he do stupid things? This bet cannot be made, "What's the bet... forget it, who can shoot the bottle of wine with his eyes blindfolded?"

"No, Sandra, you're wrong, someone can do it." Tim laughed, "If someone says that you can do it, are you willing to bet? At such a distance, hit the bottle of wine, look, the distance is about sixty meters, is no longer close." He urged Sandra.

"Haha, stop teasing, there is no such fool in this world. Of course...If someone insists on giving me money, I would be happy to make this bet with him." Sandra laughed, "Tell me, who it is? Don't talk about the boss... Of course, even the boss is an impossible task."

"No, I can do it without the boss, I'll do it. Two hundred dollars, are you going to bet?" Tim said to Sandra. "Man, don't hesitate so much, just order two hundred dollars, it's really not much for your salary. Didn't you just say it? This is just a plot that exists in Hollywood movies."

"I always feel something is wrong." Sandra looked at Tim in confusion, "Will you be so kind to let me make two hundred dollars in vain? Hey... Davis, do you want to participate too? Are you betting there winning?"

"Of course it's Tim. I bet Tim can do it. Well, two hundred dollars is not too much, I can still take it out." As he said that, he touched his pocket, took out a few bills, then sorted it out, put it into a stack, and said to Sandra, "I have that much, two hundred and twelve dollars, all blocked."

"Haha...you...re you really take it seriously?" Sandra became more and more confused. These two guys were too generous, right? They were not so anxious to give him money. The more they did, the more he felt hesitant.

"Oh, please, don't bet like a footer?" Tim couldn't help complaining, and he also grabbed his bills from his pocket, counted two hundred dollars and placed them on the ground, "Sandra, you have to make a decision. Do you think you are a footer?"

This is very exciting!

"Gambling, why not, but I want to be sure, are you shooting yourself? Don't let the boss replace you." Sandra gritted her teeth and stared at Tim, "If you dare to be sloppy... don't blame me for being polite." The last sentence "you're welcome" was said to Davis.

"Oh, don't do this, Sandra, it's not that I'm going to provoke you, what does it have to do with me?" Davis was very injured. Who said that his strength is very low? In front of Sandra, who cares about big muscles, there is an obvious disadvantage. He can only complain like this, "This is not fair to me."

"Fair? Of course I need fairness. As long as Tim shoots fairly, I will make a fair bet, that's that simple!" Sandra is not a brainless person. She can do well in the Navy, but she is really not good at being simple-minded.

"A word is certain." Tim raised his palm and waved at Sandra, and the two of them slapped their high-highs. Tim hooked his fingers at Davis and signaled Davis to hand over the rifle.

Holding the gun in his hand, Tim shook his head and said with some dissatisfaction: "This gun is a PK-10 type rifle produced in Pakistan, imitating China's Type 56 assault rifle, and was exported to China's country. Where did you get this gun? It seems that it's been a while."

"Of course it was obtained from the Middle East." Sandra smiled and looked at Tim and Davis's disbelief, and said embarrassedly: "Okay, this is when we attacked a village... it was patrol, and then broke into a family. They took the initiative to hand over the weapons. I swear... I didn't lie, I gave them the money, which was considered to be what I bought. The bullets are..."

"How much did you give?" Tim raised his gun, glanced at the front, and asked disdainfully.

Speaking of this, Sandra said with a little ashamed: "One hundred dollars. To be honest, this gun has been in many years and has not been well maintained, and the rifle has almost been smoothed. Although the one hundred dollars is a little less, it is very solid. After I bought it, I continued to maintain this gun, otherwise it would have been rusted and scrapped. Ten dollars are not worth it."

"Okay, you're right." Tim wasn't tangled with him. He raised his rifle and aimed. Then he slowly began to debug. Because the rifle was almost smoothed, the correct head would definitely be affected. Moreover, the recoil of this rifle is not small. But this is not a problem. Tim has already experienced this weapon in the shooting range.

"If you give in..."

Before Sandra finished speaking, Tim immediately blocked his mouth and said, "No, how could I admit defeat? Sorry, man, please pay for it later." Tim said to Sandra, "Can I test the fire? Just two bullets are enough."

"Of course, you can do it." Sandra always thought that there was a big difference between opening eyes and closing eyes. He agreed to Tim's proposal without hesitation. He didn't want to take advantage of Tim.

Tim then raised his gun and aimed it. With a "bang", he hit the bottle of wine, then frowned, slowly adjusted, and signaled Davis to place another bottle of wine. Tim raised his gun again, and this time without hesitation, he raised his gun and shot it. With a "bang", the bottle shattered, and then put the gun away. He said that two bullets were really only two bullets.

"Okay, it's time to start." Tim checked the bullet again, and then said to Sandra, "Come on your own to blindfold me, or let Davis come. I won't do anything, so I'll save you from saying I'm cheating." Tim looked at Davis again, "Go put the bottle in place, Davis."

"Okay, man, this is two hundred dollars!" He said that, and placed a bottle in front of him, which was the place where the bottles were kept. He walked back and patted Tim on the shoulder, "Okay, let's see you."

"No problem, man, we'll win!" Tim smiled and signaled Sandra, who was still confused, to blindfold himself. Although Sandra was a little confused about where the confidence of these two guys came from, she decided to take a gamble because he knew that it was really difficult to shoot blindfolded.

The guy found a piece of cloth from somewhere and then covered Tim. Tim spat out of his mouth and whined, "Sandra, is this your underwear? It's so smelly."

"Blind man, keep going, I'm waiting to collect the money." Sandra refused to admit defeat.

"You will know how powerful I am." Tim said and raised his rifle, his eyes no longer visible. But he had a position in his heart, and his sitting position had been adjusted to the best position before. All he had to do is raise the gun. He was adjusting his breathing and repeating the position of the bottle he saw in his mind.

"Tim, if it doesn't work, you can still admit defeat. I promise I only have half of your bet!" Sandra felt a little bullying and admitted that he couldn't help but say, "You know, even in the Navy, the best sniper dared not say that he could hit the target with his eyes blindfolded."

A gunshot was heard. Before his voice had fallen, Tim suddenly raised the gun and then shot, almost in one go, with a speed of absolutely fast. There was no pause or hesitation in the middle. Just as the gunshot sounded, the bottle in front was suddenly exploded.

The bottle was shattered. Tim pulled open the cloth strip that was blindfolded, and then saw that the bottle in front was broken and disappeared. Sandra looked stunned when she saw a ghost. She stared straight at the front, and after a while, she turned her head to look at Tim, and involuntarily cursed and swearing: "Cao, how did you do it? Hell, how could it be?"

"There are infinite possibilities, here!" Tim smiled at Sandra, "I remember when my boss taught me to shoot, I said, a good gunman can calculate the chance of hitting the target through the scope and observer of various guns, but... there is also a kind of gunman. They don't need this, they just need to perceive the external environment through themselves... climate, humidity, wind direction, wind strength, etc. Their shooting speed and hit rate are the most terrifying. One person can complete difficult snipers, and this kind of person is born for guns..."

"Are you talking about the boss?" Davis said to Tim.
Chapter completed!